NIRVANA SHACKLES
THE SELF-ESTEEM OF MEN

“Ouch ... I have a headache,” strangled Wuxian while rising from his position. Holding his head as it was torn apart, Wuxian looked around. The dark sky turned grey blue as soon as the sun would appear.

As it turned out, Wuxian was all night lying in a pile of snow. Surprisingly, his body did not freeze at all. Generally, a person's body will shiver if buried by snow grains. However, this did not happen to Wuxian. Wuxian's skin was numb when he touched the snowflakes.

“What happened? Why can't my senses feel the cold of snow?” muttered Wuxian while thinking about what he was experiencing at this time.

To make sure of something, Wuxian also pinched the skin of his hand. Surprisingly, he did not feel any pain. Most importantly, his senses can sense touch, but he cannot feel pain, cold, while hot he has not tried.

“Abiz once. Is my skin pain-resistant now? Why?” The more thought out, the more Wuxian felt that everything that happened to him was just an illusion that made him even more confused.

Wuxian looked to the side. His eyes focused on a foreign object lying on the ground piled up by snowflakes.

“I remember now. The last time I saw that strange thing,” muttered Wuxian.

Despite his doubts, Wuxian ventured to touch the strange object a second time. However, his expectations about the object changed in an instant when he realized that the object shaped like a sword shackled in chains did not show any reaction.

It was just an ordinary object that had no power whatsoever when Wuxian held it this time. Wuxian floated the weapon-shaped object to check its usefulness. He thought it was a magical thing that had magic, spirits, or something. Unfortunately, reality made Wuxian realize that it was just an ordinary object or weapon.

Feeling that it was useless, Wuxian without hesitation threw it into place. He is not interested in anything that does not serve him. Right now, he was not a child who had a home to collect useless items.

Even though the Qing Long sect had accepted it, it remained that the Qing Long sect was not home to him. He still has to be polite as is ethical when visiting other people's homes.

KREEEK .. Wuxian pushes a fragile door. Yes, that door was the door of the room where he lived along with another child whose language was rude, called an outcast disciple of the sect because it was considered weak and useless.

No one noticed the arrival of Wuxian. They are busy with their own business. Even though they were put together in the same room, they did not guarantee the students' familiarity with each other.

Each individual is concerned only with his own business. The room was only a place for desperate disciples who felt that there was no point in fighting when fate made its choice as a weak child.

‘The atmosphere of this room is even more depressing than a funeral home, Wuxian's inner’ while gently shaking her head.

Suddenly, he felt something touching his shoulder. Yes, although sensitive to the sense of Wuxian does not work, but the senses of civilization still function properly. When he found out someone was touching him, Wuxian was reflexively looking back.

He found a child who looked older than him stare at Wuxian with a cold look.

Wuxian simply nodded his head, a sign confirming the answer to the question posed by the boy.

“A fucking Senior is looking for you everywhere. Do you know?” ask again.

Again Wuxian needed to digest the question tang posed to him. He did not understand the word ‘Senior damik’ uttered by the boy.

“What before, did you offend him? He's very insolent. He came making a fuss against us just for looking for you. But as it turns out, you have absolutely no idea if he's looking for you,” grunted with his insolent attitude. The boy was very upset because he was the kid who dealt with that senior. He was none other than Liu Wei.

The answer, was not that Wuxian did not know that a senior who was none other than Huo Yi was looking for you. Huo Yi had found Wuxian, only that Wuxian's mental awareness was completely unstable. Wuxian did not remember if he had previously met Huo Yi. He forgot about it because his memory didn't work at the time.

Recalling the memories of the senior Liu Wei meant, Wuxian finally recalled

if he was forced to wash a pile of clothes. He forgot that detail because he did not cross the same path when Wuxian dropped the senior's clothes.

“Wire! Finish my history!” cetus Wuxians. He reflexively left the place and came back out of the room.

“Is he a victim of bullying?” murmured Liu Wei, guessing what Wuxian had experienced.

When he realized that he had left the senior's clothes under the cliff stairs, he quickly took the initiative to pick them back up, before something happened to the clothes. Wuxian really didn't want to get into the trouble that he wanted to avoid so much, just because of such trivial things. He did not want to sow anger and resentment towards the other disciples because he only wanted to practice and live a quiet life within the sect.

Unfortunately, the problem that he really wanted to avoid always insisted on approaching. Indirectly, he was known for not a single teacher in the Qing Long sect being willing to become his teacher. Wuxian being the most different type of the other. At least, other outcasts had obtained a teacher, only they had to be fired as students of those teachers because they were considered troublesome and only a burden.

It was very strange, Wuxian had just found out. Apparently, there was a teacher who steadfastly cut off his relationship with the students he had trained. A teacher is the same as a parent. If synonymized, it means that the parent breaks off the relationship with his own child. Unfortunately, all of that feels familiar to Wuxian. Even though his parents never cut off his relationship, they consider Wuxian as a child carrier unlucky not worth being born. All of that is equivalent to killing Wuxian's soul alive while leaving the body to withstand the pain of the wounds embedded in the soul.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” yelled Liu Wei from the top of the stairs.

Wuxian reflexes raised his head up as he was busy picking up one by one the clothes scattered under the stairs.

“So stupid of you when willing to be the subject of the arrogant seniors? Do you dare call you a man? The self-esteem of men is very high. By doing so, you are lowering your own self-esteem altogether. Do you deserve to call yourself a man?!” yelled Liu Wei from the top of the stairs.

“A man still has self-esteem even though his self-esteem is trampled. Those who behave arbitrarily towards others are those who lower their own self-esteem. They are not worthy. Take it easy, I can still maintain my pride when facing people who do not have self-esteem. I will definitely become stronger than them!” cetus Wuxians.